The lion sat on his throne,
He was the jungle king.
His wife the cunning lioness,
Was naturally the queen.

He had scrapped away the title,
Of his erstwhile eldest  queen.
For she had become old and wise,
And had lost her sheen.

The princess however glowed,
And had a pretty face.
She aided her dad in every way,
And soon became his ace.

The proud and arrogant lion,
Was proud of his jungle rule.
It was easy to trick the masses,
For masses were easy to fool.

He sold the masses empty dreams,
And made his own come true.
With hatred he divided them,
And filled their lives with woe.

When survival became difficult,
He claimed that he did all he could.
He made the masses eat their dreams,
When they failed to get their food.

So if your dream involves killing,
Of someone else’s dream.
Recall the tale of the lion king,
Who ruled with his inept team.